Ranks right up there with telling annoying single women to head to Dupont Circle because they can find many attractive unmarried men there.

Now that's just mean.

When was the last time you had fun on New Year's Eve?

not last year, 'cause I felt vaguely ill.

But new years feel like a fake holiday. So I decided that it has no traditions. This year we are haveing a few friends over. good food good wine

should be fun . esp because matt is going to set dessert on fire

Hey Beej - are you in Bitches? Because I wanted to respond to something you posted, um... last week Friday, I think.

Ranks right up there with telling annoying single women to head to Dupont Circle because they can find many attractive unmarried men there.

Now that's just mean.

And genius!

Sure tommyrot, I'll be right there.

Moscow was so refreshing on this stuff - people move, and they move fast, and if you're in the way, they brush right on past. Not rudely, just brusquely, and no one feels the need to apologize because, hey, you're in the way, you're the one at fault. Love.

(My friend and I, good Canadians, asked my brother and his GF how to say "excuse me" in Russian - they looked at each other kind of baffled, and never did manage to come up with anything. Heh.)

I've never had a bad time going out on NYE. I've had a couple of crappy ones where I had no plans or was sick, but as long as I've had a few friends around, I'm good. I've never gone for big fancy plans expecting a magical evening, just good times.

I do a rabid, year end clean (working on it today AIFG!) and spend NYE burning remnants of the previous year. Some of it negative, some positive...all of it about letting go of the old and making room for the new.

That and board games makes for a happy new year for me. Also, hitting the streets of the 'hood on NYday. Everyone is always either super cheerful, or super quiet...in the hangovery way.

Heh. Stop riding the train then. Chances are you are grabbing onto something much more sinister than popsicle sticky.

This is what I was thinking. In fact, from now on, if/when I touch something stickyucky on the train, I'ma tell myself it's just popsicle droppings.

Not that I touch anything, unless touching it is going to save my life, because humans are dirty, yo.

The woman who took my place at the law office has a purel bottle on her keychain. Seriously, it hangs there all handy and such. I need to find out where she got it.

Not that I touch anything, unless touching it is going to save my life, because humans are dirty, yo.

You don't hold onto the bar in a Muni train you're going to be on your ass the first time they slam on the brakes. It's not so optional with the public transit in SF.

insent, Cindy btw

(Huh, which inevitably earworms me with "Cindy Incidentally" by The Faces.)